painting by Marlene Vine (marlenevine.com), poem by Roy Herndon Smith (previously published in Meat for Tea, Spring, 2018)
“Where’s the matter now?”
Between complained to Betwixt.
“I big banged it all,
crescendos of stars,
bodies electric in voids
of velvet silence.
There’s no accounting
for it. It sings, ‘Come a down
doody do down down,
heavenly angels,
fly us to the moon beyond
the blue horizon.’”
Between joins in, “Where,
o death, is thy bite, when, there,
my little dog, barks.”
